Wednesday, July 15, 2009

Another Day in the Hospital

My Dad is back in the hospital. He went for his dialysis treatment this morning and the nurse was alarmed to discover his heartbeat was very rapid. They put off dialysis and told him to get to the emergency room.

So we got one of "those" early morning calls, and off we went. Dad has been to the hospital so often in the past eighteen months the nurses all know him by name. They are so sweet and concerned. There is something about my Mom and Dad that just makes everyone want to adopt them. They can't have them though - they're ours.

Life is precious - at any age. After sixty-three years of marriage my Dad can hardly bear to be separated from his bride for even one night. He calls her frequently just to hear her voice.

Their faith has been a strong foundation for our family for many, many years. It has sustained us all during those times we thought we just couldn't survive. We, each child, grandchild and great-grandchild, know that they pray for us by name every morning when they have their devotions together. And we, in turn, pray for them.